CLmooc Elves in the Forest

You know they are there, on a branch, hiding. Perhaps you’ve planned a picnic, and you say, “Oh dear. I forgot the strawberry jam.” But when you get home, no jam. You just forget, shrug your shoulders.

And back in the forest, rolling up a cat tail leaf smothered in your red sweets, chuckles an elf, happy for your gift of eats.

While walking through the beauty of tall trees dripping in moss and lichens, ducking beneath branches, you push your hair back out of the way. Hah. You’ve just been tagged by an elf who has spotted you for a play.

And after the walk, pull out your comb to unknot the tangles of what you think was a brisk and tough walk, when really those elves were pulling a strand here and there and, gently tugging them into knots held in place by stolen fairy dust.

If you don’t believe me, here’s the same forest in different views, in views of how to see an elf in the forest. Go ahead. Try it next time you’re there.

Now you know!

Do you know another way?

Prompt: Write for seven minutes about elves in the forest

VERMONT WRITES DAY!
Some people believe that forests are enchanted places, with elves living there. Write a story or poem about the forest elves. Or tell the tale of a person who doesn’t believe this, but then something happens to make them less certain.